The snow had ceased to fall and a great stillness held the world.
Beyond the little iron gate of the garden that always sneezed "Tishoo" when you closed it, was the top of Orange Street; then down the hill on the right was the tower of his father's church; exactly opposite the gate was the road that led to the Orchards, and on the right of that was the Polchester High School for Young Ladies, held in great contempt by Jeremy, the more that Helen would shortly be a day-boarder there, would scream with the other girls, and, worst of all, would soon be seen walking with her arm round another girl's neck, chattering and eating sweets...
The whole world seemed deserted.

No colour, no movement, no sound.

He sighed once more--"I'd like to eat jam and jam--lots of it," he thought.
"It would be fun to be sick." Mary arrived and swung herself up on to the window-seat.
"It's the 'Looking Glass' one.

I hope you don't mind," she said apprehensively.
"Oh, it's all right," he allowed.

He flung a glance back to the lighted nursery.